a dozen roses in the car
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and i don't know where you are
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maybe i don't know what i'm doing
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you're moving like a movie
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you still move me
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among the other ones
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and twos and threes and twenty-threes
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got to keep my conscience clean
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but that "hurricane what's-her-name"
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mentality was not for me
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and never could be
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cause it surely brings bitter things
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and misery
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and was it clear?
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cause i just wrote a letter
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a confession down the ladder
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that things could be so much better
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and through follow the leader
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i met her and then another end
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and usually a grudge
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but i loved so much
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the way we touched and psuedo-kissed
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oh i already miss you singing like this
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over the phone
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every now and every then i tend to pretend
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and i say
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heaven hits me hard
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have you ever had a heaven here
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heaven hits me hardly
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have you ever had a heaven here
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im not so alone
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Roses In The Car
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| Braid |
